"Sparring" (The Avengers, Natasha/Sif)
Title: "Sparring"
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Natasha/Sif
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A piece written for Avengerkink. Prompt:"Natasha/Sif, clothes-on sexing"
Warnings: f/f sex
Natasha landed a blow, striking Sif high on her left thigh with the wooden baton.
Sif recovered quickly and spun, swinging her two batons in a flurry of attacks. Natasha matched her move for move, blocking every one with her own weapons.
They circled each other, both grinning. "You're good."
"You are quite impressive yourself," Sif nodded. She wasn't just talking about her fighting ability.
Natasha was wearing her usual jumpsuit, zipped down just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Sif had her raven hair tied back in a high ponytail, wearing a simple tunic and grey pants. Her armour was stacked in the corner of the room, out of the way but ready to be put back on instantly should the call come.
Both were armed with a pair of short wooden batons. Enough to sting and leave bruises but in the hands of the skilled women they were not too dangerous.
"The problem is you have just one style," Natasha changed the direction, and the started circling each other the other way. She darted in feigning an attack from the right before bringing her leg up to kick at Sif's left side.
Sif ducked and swung for Natasha's other leg and again their batons clashed. A rapid exchange of blows followed, getting faster and faster, both woman attacking and defending, hands and feet a blur of movement.
Finally they spun apart and grinned at each other again. "I see no problem with my style." Sif smirked.
"No? So far I'm the only one that's scored a hit."
Sif tilted her head, eyebrow raised, "True, but that will not last long."
"No?"
"No." Sif initiated another bout of contact, determined that she would not be beaten by a woman of Midgard. With a deft move, deflecting Black Window's weapons away, she caught her partner with end of the baton across the abdomen. Had it been a real weapon the human would have been gutted.
"Not bad," Natasha conceeded coolly.
"You'll find we Asgardians excell at rising to the challenge."
"I'm sure I could figure out ways of making you yield."
"We have a saying in Asgard," Sif tossed one of her batons in the air and caught it, changing to a reverse grip. "Beware boasting lest you be tested."
"Then test me."
They went for each other.
Sticks clapping together like rain on sheet metal. The two athletic beauties using all of their fighting skill to try and best the other.
It was amazing. It was such a buzz for Natasha to be fighting a woman so incredible. Sif was gorgeous and sexy and she was a decent sparring partner too.
Sif landed another hit, this time catching Natasha's left shoulder. Natasha stepped back and shook her head. She couldn't believe it. She'd let her self be distracted. She'd lost focus she'd been thinking about Sif rather than the fight.
She tried to hit back, but Sif swept her legs, and pounced, landing on top of her, pinning her down.
"Consider yourself tested," Sif hissed, both were panting.
Natasha smiled, and in a sudden burst of movement flipped them over, so she was on top. "I'll still make you yield."
"Will you?"
"I will."
Natasha leaned in and kissed her, full on the lips. Sif responded, kissing her back without hesitation. Batons forgotten their hands found each others, fingers of both hands entwining.
"Yes well, it'll take more than a kiss to make me..."
Natasha silence her with another smooch, shifting position on top of Sif her thigh sliding up between the other warrior's legs. She rolled her hips, rubbing her thigh up and down against Sif's crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing," Natasha held on tight to Sif's hands and kissed her neck, adding more pressure to her grind.
Sif found herself automatically arching her back and rocking her hips to follow Natasha's lead, the friction feeling incredibly good even through the fabric of her pants.
"This isn't fair," Sif moaned.
"Who said anything about fair?" Natasha whispered in her ear before sucking on her earlobe. She kept up the steady rubbing.
Sif bit her bottom lip to restrain a scream when she climaxed.
"You yield my lady?" Natasha purred.
"Yes."
Natasha stood and helped her sparring companion up. "Good. Let's hit the showers."
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Natasha/Sif
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A piece written for Avengerkink. Prompt:"Natasha/Sif, clothes-on sexing"
Warnings: f/f sex
Natasha landed a blow, striking Sif high on her left thigh with the wooden baton.
Sif recovered quickly and spun, swinging her two batons in a flurry of attacks. Natasha matched her move for move, blocking every one with her own weapons.
They circled each other, both grinning. "You're good."
"You are quite impressive yourself," Sif nodded. She wasn't just talking about her fighting ability.
Natasha was wearing her usual jumpsuit, zipped down just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Sif had her raven hair tied back in a high ponytail, wearing a simple tunic and grey pants. Her armour was stacked in the corner of the room, out of the way but ready to be put back on instantly should the call come.
Both were armed with a pair of short wooden batons. Enough to sting and leave bruises but in the hands of the skilled women they were not too dangerous.
"The problem is you have just one style," Natasha changed the direction, and the started circling each other the other way. She darted in feigning an attack from the right before bringing her leg up to kick at Sif's left side.
Sif ducked and swung for Natasha's other leg and again their batons clashed. A rapid exchange of blows followed, getting faster and faster, both woman attacking and defending, hands and feet a blur of movement.
Finally they spun apart and grinned at each other again. "I see no problem with my style." Sif smirked.
"No? So far I'm the only one that's scored a hit."
Sif tilted her head, eyebrow raised, "True, but that will not last long."
"No?"
"No." Sif initiated another bout of contact, determined that she would not be beaten by a woman of Midgard. With a deft move, deflecting Black Window's weapons away, she caught her partner with end of the baton across the abdomen. Had it been a real weapon the human would have been gutted.
"Not bad," Natasha conceeded coolly.
"You'll find we Asgardians excell at rising to the challenge."
"I'm sure I could figure out ways of making you yield."
"We have a saying in Asgard," Sif tossed one of her batons in the air and caught it, changing to a reverse grip. "Beware boasting lest you be tested."
"Then test me."
They went for each other.
Sticks clapping together like rain on sheet metal. The two athletic beauties using all of their fighting skill to try and best the other.
It was amazing. It was such a buzz for Natasha to be fighting a woman so incredible. Sif was gorgeous and sexy and she was a decent sparring partner too.
Sif landed another hit, this time catching Natasha's left shoulder. Natasha stepped back and shook her head. She couldn't believe it. She'd let her self be distracted. She'd lost focus she'd been thinking about Sif rather than the fight.
She tried to hit back, but Sif swept her legs, and pounced, landing on top of her, pinning her down.
"Consider yourself tested," Sif hissed, both were panting.
Natasha smiled, and in a sudden burst of movement flipped them over, so she was on top. "I'll still make you yield."
"Will you?"
"I will."
Natasha leaned in and kissed her, full on the lips. Sif responded, kissing her back without hesitation. Batons forgotten their hands found each others, fingers of both hands entwining.
"Yes well, it'll take more than a kiss to make me..."
Natasha silence her with another smooch, shifting position on top of Sif her thigh sliding up between the other warrior's legs. She rolled her hips, rubbing her thigh up and down against Sif's crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"You know what I'm doing," Natasha held on tight to Sif's hands and kissed her neck, adding more pressure to her grind.
Sif found herself automatically arching her back and rocking her hips to follow Natasha's lead, the friction feeling incredibly good even through the fabric of her pants.
"This isn't fair," Sif moaned.
"Who said anything about fair?" Natasha whispered in her ear before sucking on her earlobe. She kept up the steady rubbing.
Sif bit her bottom lip to restrain a scream when she climaxed.
"You yield my lady?" Natasha purred.
"Yes."
Natasha stood and helped her sparring companion up. "Good. Let's hit the showers."